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D&D Act One Scene III - Red Moon over Thurmunton

Fourier

Day 1:

The adventurers leave the city of Soetrard behind them as they venture forth into the farmlands beyond the city gates. Here small local farmers work from dawn to dusk in the fields to feed Soetrard with all the grains, wheat and oats it needs to function on a daily basis.

The trip is mostly uneventful. Farmers waving at the party, small children pointing and laughing at the halflings and the odd farmer's daughter taken in by the handsome elf.

That night, with the full moon hanging high in the sky, approaching the fork where the roads to Thurmunton and Cantry separate, the horses stomp and look agitated.

Saeros and BandyLegs make out eleven figures in the shape of men shambling in the nearby trees, approaching the group slowly. The humans and halflings clearly can't see them yet. The heat from their bodies is low. Saeros makes the conclusion immediately, undead....zombies!!

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Necro

Bandylegs notices the man chanting.

'Ahoy there good sir, we've come for the festival. We were told this was where the real party was, aye.'

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

eap ?

OOC: If you focus on somebody, you can read their mind.

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: If you focus on somebody, you can read their mind.

id like to focus on mollys sleve monster

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs notices the man chanting.

'Ahoy there good sir, we've come for the festival. We were told this was where the real party was, aye.'

The man jumps, startled and draws down his cloak. It is Othonos.

"Oh, I must have left the door unlocked. Hello travellers and friend dwarf. This is the oldest church in the region to Soet. You can see earlier forms of his worship here. Not the liberal kind in Soetrard itself."

Betty whispers "The village doesn't come to this place. I knew the brotherhood had a meeting hall in the canyon walls, but not that it was an old church."

Fourier

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: It's a good fit, -1 to roll not the target.

OOC: In this particular scenario as it is Cleric-related. You can try again in a few minutes, I'll let you know.

Banjo

Ooc : should Moy or I be aware of Soet's earlier form, which sounds boss but a bit... Evilish?

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

id like to focus on mollys sleve monster

OOC: Roll Save vs Death p.55, you need 8 or better.

Necro

Bandylegs regards Othonos in an honourable fashion.

'Greetings, high cleric. I told ye I came to worship. Had a little... run in with some Orcs. Foul beasts. Lucky for me, these people came to me rescue. I thought ye said ye wouldn't be here on account of the festival though?'

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Roll Save vs Death p.55, you need 8 or better.

d20?

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Ooc : should Moy or I be aware of Soet's earlier form, which sounds boss but a bit... Evilish?

OOC: You would know it is Chaotic, which usually means evil. Only rarely are Chaotic gods good.

Fourier

Tigger wrote: »

d20?

OOC: Yep indeed.

OldGoat

/Turns to Moy
Naught I can do to open the doors, 'tis priests work.

I move over to the passage into the church and step Bandy and into the shadows at the back of the pews where I can cover the interior of the church with my longbow (which is in my hand not drawn as I take wait to see the figures reaction to the dwarfs greeting).

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: Yep indeed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hRJFvtvTGEk

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

OOC: You would know it is Chaotic, which usually means evil. Only rarely are Chaotic gods good.

ooc (ish): typical lawful agenda! That "evil chaos" gave birth to you and all your grubby, murdering, plundering kind! Also, given my ultimate goal is to destroy the shadow that tore perfection apart and created disgustingly orderly planes and hierarchies and causalities... My character arc may be about to peak prematurely...

Fourier

Goodie rises from the ground covered in Devilish magic, a green energy crackles along his body.

A voice booms inside his head:

YOU DARE TOUCH MY MIND MOTE!!!

He feels like throwing up, but holds it together as thousands of bizarre images flood his head.

Suddenly he drops to the ground with a light steam coming of his skin.

A terrible secret has been left in Goodie's mind, but to voice it would be to die.

OOC: I'll PM Tigger with the secret. If Goodie says it, a devil pact will set his skin on fire.

Banjo

Othegre wanders through the pews, twirling to take in the church's grandeur, eyeballing the booths and says in chaotic "I love what you've done with the place..."

sKeith

Ekbard goes over and examines Goody for life signs.

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

Goodie rises from the ground covered in Devilish magic, a green energy crackles along his body.

A voice booms inside his head:

YOU DARE TOUCH MY MIND MOTE!!!

He feels like throwing up, but holds it together as thousands of bizarre images flood his head.

Suddenly he drops to the ground with a light steam coming of his skin.

A terrible secret has been left in Goodie's mind, but to voice would be to die.

OOC: I'll PM Tigger with the secret. If Goodie says it, a devil pact will set his skin on fire.

ook
lol

Fourier

sKeith wrote: »

Ekbard goes over and examines Goody for life signs.

Goodie seems okay, but pants heavily.

Stranger though is that Othonos seems not to have noticed.

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

Goodie seems okay, but pants heavily.

Stranger though is that Othonos seems not to have noticed.

ook thats cos of all the poo

Fourier

Banjo wrote: »

Othegre wanders through the pews, twirling to take in the church's grandeur, eyeballing the booths and says in chaotic "I love what you've done with the place..."

Othonos turns "Ah priestess, so you are a devotee of Soet, you speak his tongue."

Fourier

Necrominus wrote: »

Bandylegs regards Othonos in an honourable fashion.

'Greetings, high cleric. I told ye I came to worship. Had a little... run in with some Orcs. Foul beasts. Lucky for me, these people came to me rescue. I thought ye said ye wouldn't be here on account of the festival though?'

"Well, there is a sacred ritual to be conducted each night. Somebody must. The typical villager does not take part."

sKeith

Ekbard exclaims to nobody "Fierce nip in the air for this time of spring, don't you think"

sKeith

Ekbard exclaims to nobody, "gotta get those blessing down that field yonder soon...."

Necro

Fourier wrote: »

"Well, there is a sacred ritual to be conducted each night. Somebody must. The typical villager does not take part."

Bandylegs eyes the cleric suspiciously.

'I have heard of no such ritual, your grace. Devout Thurmun follower that I be an' all. Twould it be summit to do with your magick door back there?'

He pauses for a minute.

'Or would it be... Thumuz ye be really worshippin'?'

Tigger

Fourier wrote: »

"Well, there is a sacred ritual to be conducted each night. Somebody must. The typical villager does not take part."

esp orthanus

Fourier

OOC: Edited, BandyLegs got there first, reversing this post.

Banjo

Fourier wrote: »

Othonos turns "Ah priestess, so you are a devotee of Soet, you speak his tongue."

Othegre shrugs coyly, turning away slightly and back, using that moment to confirm that the moon necklace Ekbard gave her earlier is covering her charm. She continues in chaotic :

"Well, I'm.. this is kind of embarrassing... I'm just.. well I grew up on tales of the great deeds of Tumuz and Carax... And I guess I just had to come and see. "

She pushed past the cleric, gesturing at the mural.

"Rend my belly sideways with a pickaxe! Is that...? It is...! No one paints him like that! This is so old-school!"

Necro

Edit: Will wait to see what cleric says

Banjo

(in common, to Bandylegs)
"Footman! Know your place! Remember your oath to me!"